Let me start by saying that I find liberated intellectuals highly attractive.
To break that down, for me to be attracted, someone typically has to check these two boxes:
1) They defy gender stereotypes.
2) They eat knowledge for breakfast.
Being bat-shit crazy helps, but I'm not sure I actually know anyone who isn't, on some level, bat-shit crazy, so I don't think it's necessary to put it up there.
There are a lot more women/girls out there fitting these rigorous expectations than you might expect. And probably about sixty percent of the ones I've been lucky enough to meet don't treat me like an idiot for having a sense of humour, so the question remains as to why I have not yet seduced and married one of them before moving to Australia and having lots of sex and babies...
Yesterday, I finally worked it out.
In a typical romance, there are a number of ways of expressing affection:
1) Asking on dates.
2) Paying for dinner.
3) EPS (Excess public slobbering).
4) Purchasing of flowers.
5) Purchasing of jewellery.
6) Going on holiday together.
7) Watching romantic DVDs together.
8) A nice bottle of wine.
9) A slow dance.
...and so forth until proposal.
For me, expressing affection is much simpler. On the way to finding myself attracted to someone, there is a point where my I decide that they are awesome, and as soon as that happens, one of two sentences is going to be randomly chosen and blurted out of my mouth without any input from me:
1) "I want to eat your brain."
2) "I want your brain on a stick."
What's most worrying - infinitely more than anyone that I am ever interested in thinking that I was raised in a Papua New Guinean tribe - is that on some very basic level I actually think like that.
Awesomeness = Yummy brains.
I really do need to find some way around this.
Now go forth and smivel without getting Cruetzfeldt-Jakob's Disease...
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